Folding Hands 🥃


Jars and cans 
folding hands,

bolters and falterers,
sift for subsoils
grew a pan.

Sentiments break
into factions, fractions
blake in the grass
snake take make - proactive

master and margarita ville
wasting away
log in space

falling, falling trees
in rage, appease.

It doesn't matter what I say?
mount plush more
grows wildly grave
in waves of terror

gad about plummets
to its pig head on a sting

circling bat like a bull ring
scorn porn forlorn adorn mourn shorn corn
a miracle is born

in battle of gorge hook
gunk-hole and sweet bay,
how sync

not blink drink stink
Pinky think...

Engagement fires off
as a propensity
to find its intensities.

Where volleys and returns
informs, intuits, discerns
tacitly turns —

Strays on the why it,
cat or a bat, either way
brooks the disquiet -

Opening emerald city
to its mortal veins
is a Roman omen
and yet constrain?

Have reins!
as duplicities take
into heart
the pandemonium shadow show

assume
consume subsume,

multiplicities
in the womb, in the tomb, in a room

where love
atones its remedy.

Feeding the tragic
ear to its magic
as a map of the undead,

relativizing horror
history is its plight,

to settle the score
and let it be more
(or less).
Caress digress, nevertheless

process process
process
transverse the riot.

Freeze feints!
flow into paints

nights that weigh
in
frenzies of hate

monkey swings,
from picket to gate.


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